Woman
by
Robert H. Dirr Jr.
She hides her face with the awkward grace of an unresolved drunkard
And withholds emotions like the cascading spray of windswept waterfalls.
The narrow breaches of her delicate shield offer hints of freckled noses and
Lingering pigtails and a teddy bear that once shared a lace covered pillow.
She yearns for her brood and grooms her husband for occasional dates,
But tumbles over concepts of the girl within a spirit that has long since died.
She dances her dreams and skips over strings of sadness and losses
And affairs gone bad to retain the sanity that defends her inspiration.
Listen to her music and you will find elegant passion hidden within harmony
And swells, timpani and bells, and the hollow hearts that fill her soul with
Fleeting melodies of time, for that is what spoils her mind, face and body.
Drying wet tears, I whisper in ears that the beauty of a woman is timeless.
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